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-Susan B. Anthony
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Society tries to define us by men, reducing us to objects or extensions of their needs. When I’m called a “lesbian,” it’s meant to punish me for not conforming, for rejecting the role of being defined by a man. Women have been so conditioned to see ourselves through male eyes that anything outside of that becomes threatening. But it’s time to break free. We deserve to define ourselves, to reclaim our identities, and to build solidarity with each other. The fight isn’t for more privileges in a broken system—it’s for true liberation.
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Dear God, Can You Hear Me?
They say we women are like flowers, That our beauty needs to be cared for— Our petals in bloom, our stems strengthened.
But, God, what about my people?
Does our beauty not shine through our strength? We’ve weathered storms and bowed with harsh wind, Our backs are beaten and bruised, carrying the weight of our years. These calloused hands, they have toiled and built, Our voices echoing through the night.
But, Dear God, can’t you hear our fight?
Our bodies display the nights we’ve survived, Our aging eyes share the world’s fractured state.
Dear God, you spread the word of love—
But is that only preached in the heavens above?
Our dainty feet are no longer there, For we’ve trekked the fields from here to there. We’ve paved the road, yet we don’t belong, They call us weak, though we’ve built from empty land. I stand here under the burning sun, Birthing new beginnings of what’s to come.
Am I not a woman through labored hands?
Through my deep roots, I hear traveled weeps.
Dear God, I plead they see me now, For I have been stretched but never snapped. If not a woman, aren’t I someone?
They say women are flowers, but, oh, they forget— Our roots still run deep, though we have not bloomed just yet.
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El otro Méxicoo que acá hemos construido el espacio es lo que ha sido territorio nacional.
Este es el esfuerzo de todos nuestros hermanos y latinoamericanos que han sabido progressar. -Los Tigres del Norte
From Borderlands:TheNew Mestizo Carmen Jimenez
To my parents, You left your home and came to a country that doesn’t want you. Doesn’t accept you. You came here not knowing what to expect. You didn’t even speak English. You left behind your families, parents, siblings, and daughters, uncertain of what awaited you. Three times, you tried to cross, and you faced the dangers of the desert and the coyotes who had guns and were known to take advantage of people looking for a better future. You have sacrificed so much to give my sisters and me a better life and more opportunities than what you had. Yet, you worked hard every day and learned a new routine. You guys made it possible for us to make it to a university. I am proud to be the daughter of two immigrants. Because they have taught me to value and appreciate everything I have and have given me many opportunities. I am proud of my Mexican culture. I am proud to be Mexican American, Chicana. I am the product of your sacrifices and your hard work. Thank you for always encouraging me to be a strong, independent, and educated woman. I hope I am making you proud. I love you both thank you for everything you have done and continue to do for us. I hope that one day, you can return to the country that you miss and love, this time without worrying about the future. I hope one day you won’t be judged and hated for being brave and coming here to look for your American dream. I hope I can help you achieve that dream. I will continue to work hard so that I can hopefully one day repay you for all of your sacrifices.
I love you, Carmen
Jimenez
Para mis padres, Dejaron sus casas y vinieron a un país que no los quiere. No los aceptan. Vinieron aquí sin saber qué esperar. Ni siquiera hablaban inglés. Dejaron atrás a sus familias, padres, hermanos e hijas, sin saber lo que les esperaba. Intentaron cruzar tres veces y se enfrentaron a los peligros del desierto y a los coyotes que tenían armas y eran conocidos por aprovecharse de las personas que buscaban un futuro mejor. Han sacrificado mucho para darnos a mis hermanas y a mí una vida mejor y más oportunidades de las que tuvieron ustedes. Sin embargo, trabajaron duro todos los días y aprendieron una nueva rutina. Ustedes hicieron posible que llegáramos a la universidad. Estoy orgullosa de ser hija de dos inmigrantes. Porque me han enseñado a valorar todo lo que tengo y me han dado muchas oportunidades. Estoy orgulloso de mi cultura mexicana. Estoy orgullosa de ser mexicoamericana, chicana. Soy producto de sus sacrificios y de su trabajo. Gracias por animarme siempre para ser una mujer fuerte independiente y educada. Espero hacerlos sentir orgullosos de mí. Los amo a ambos, gracias por todo lo que han hecho y continúan haciendo por nosotras. Espero que algún día puedan regresar al país que extrañan y aman, esta vez sin preocuparce por el futuro. Espero que algún día no los juzguen ni los odien por ser valientes y venir aquí a buscar su sueño americano. Espero poder ayudarlos a lograr ese sueño. Continuaré trabajando duro para poder algún día recompensarles por todos sus sacrificios.
Los amo, Carmen Jiménez
We are Collective of Black feminists who have been meeting together since 1974
We had no way of conceptualizing what was so apparent to us,; what we knew was really happening.
Our politics evolve from a healthy love for ourselves, our sisters, and our community which allows us to continue our struggle and work.
Demarginalizing the intersection of Raceand Sex A Black Feminist critiave of Antidiscrimination Docterine Feminist Theory and Antiracist Politics
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Usually, when people talk about the "strength" of black women.... they ignore the reality that to be strong in the face of oppression is not the same as overcoming oppression, that endurance is not to be confused with transformation.
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“Women should stay home and raise the children” — great grandma
“Women should work, but still do the housework” — mom
“Women should be able to work or do housework or both as they so choose” — me
Interviewing across 4 generations, it's clear that views about gender roles have shifted over time. Although this is only one family’s perspective, the general views of what women “should” or “should not” be doing has dramatically changed over time. As many of you already know, the general population of older generations don’t believe that women should be working outside the home unless absolutely necessary. But more recently, there’s been a shift of new generations believing in freedom of choice for occupation (that is, they can choose to be a housewife or they can choose to work outside the home or they can choose to do both – it is all about the women’s choice). Whether this shift is due to women having more access to resources than in the past or simply a change in society’s views on gender roles is still unclear. Despite the few outliers that gain more public attention, we as a society have generally moved towards a more gender inclusive world. But with this, my last message to you is to never stop fighting for your rights regardless of what anyone tells you! - F.N.
Being kind
Underappreciated
Being sensitive
Celebrating each other
Having your head held high
What does it mean to be a woman?
Being understanding
Being sensitive
Being capable of anything Forever adapting
Part of the sisterhood
Strong Unapologetically me
Overworked
Comfort and security in oneself
Having one another’s backs
Being soft
Overlooked
Being understanding
Being confident Unwavering in the face of adversity
Wearing your heart on your sleeve
Being kind
Confident
Strong sisterhood community
Being unapologetically me
What does it mean to be a feminist?
Showingoffour femininity unapologetically
Standing up tall in the face of adversity and discrimination
Proving that women can be anything regardless of their appearance or career
Portraying femininity Being a part of the sisterhood
Advocatingforall whilefocusingon woman’sstruggle
I would marry once and live happily for the rest of attention in public and would catch older men staring
worse as I got older, and in my freshman year of
be: loving, humble, strong, kind, and selfless. My dad
As a little girl, I always dreamed of finding my prince charming, raising a big family, and living happily ever after. I dreamed of my wedding, my dad walking me down the aisle to the man of my dreams. He would love me, cherish me, make me laugh, and keep me safe. Although I grew up with divorced parents, I maintained confidence that I would be different; that I would marry once and live happily for the rest of my life with my husband. As I got older, my hope in men slowly diminished. I began getting unwanted attention in public and would catch older men staring at me at the pool or at the grocery store when I was only twelve. I felt disgusting in my own skin. It got worse as I got older, and in my freshman year of college, I lost my number one protector, my dad. He was the best example of what every person should be: loving, humble, strong, kind, and selfless. My dad was the greatest man in the world so why would God take him away from me? After my dad’s passing, men who watched me grow up would say things like “You have developed into such a beautiful young woman” and place a hand on my lower waist. I imagined my dad slapping him across the face. Over the past year and a half without my dad, I have started to learn how to be independent; how to erase this idea in my head of any dependence on anyone. I have learned how to stand up for myself, to use my voice, to advocate for myself, to protect myself. I no longer have this idea of being saved by a man. I have surrounded myself with women who make me a stronger woman myself, and if I find a man to compliment that, then so be it, but it is no longer the
who watched me grow up would say things like “You
dad slapping him across the face. Over the past year head of any dependence on anyone. I have learned have this idea of being saved by a man. I have compliment that, then so be it, but it is no longer the dream.
A message to my younger self.
You are r eliable. You are intelligent. You are l oved. You are e ncouraged. You are e ffervescent.
To The Women Of The World,
To my mother, to my sisters, to my girlfriend, and to all of the women who I have met and will ever meet: on behalf of all men, I formally apologize. I apologize for the way you are scared to walk alone at night. While we walk down the same one's unphased. I apologize for all the times you've been denied credibility while we've been put on pedestals for the same work. I apologize for all the times you've been spoken over in a conversation. All while we get praised for being assertive. I am sorry. To my Mother, my sisters, my girlfriend, and all the women who I have met and will never meet, I hope that you find it easy to apologize less and live exactly how you choose to. Make sure to be the loudest in the room. Live without regret or dismissal. You deserve a formal letter as a formal apology on behalf of men.
Sincerely, A Man
Para mi marde hermosa
You are one of the most hard working, strongest, fiercest, loving, bad ass women I know. You may have not taught me how to change a tire or how to drive but you have taught me so many other important and valuable things. You have taught me the importance of being independent and to never depend on anyone. You have taught me that anything that I put my mind to I can do. You have taught me the importance of being vulnerable. You taught me the importance of becoming the best version of myself. There’s no words to describe the amount of gratitude I have and will always have towards you for always trying to give me the best in life. As an adult I now understand how hard it is to navigate through life yet to this day it seems like you have it all figured out. I hope to one day be half of the person you are and to be able to give my kids the life you gave me. You left your home, family, friends to come to an unknown place to give me and my brothers a better life and for that I’m eternally grateful to you. I can’t wait until the day I’m able to give you the life you deserve. Te amo mucho mama gracias por ser mi mama.
How to Kee Husban
Once you ha ve caught y ou rself a husband, you have to make sure to keep him happy!
Here is our step-by-step guide on how to keep him around.
Step 1: Find true feminine fulfilment
Th ere is no greater destiny th an t o embrace your fe mininity thr oug h traditi onal house hold tasks.
Step 2: Keep up with your women's magazines
Us ex pert s will te ll you all you n eed to know a bout cooking, cleaning, an d childcare .
Step 3: Pity the neurotic unfeminine women that are preaching ··women's rights"
Tr uly fem ini ne wo men don ' t want careers, p olitical rig hts, or college d egr ees!
Step 4: Ignore that feeling you can't put your finger on.
We pron1ise it's nothing. Just foc u s on making yo ur husba nd and child ren h a ppy. It might go away. ... or it might not.
A WOMANS MOT/VAT/ON SUFFERING HARDSHIPS AND PAIN, SO FAR WE HAVE CAME, OPPRESS/ON ON THE RIGHT, BUT WE STEPPED UP, WHEN MEN WENT TO FIGHT.
DISCRIMINATION ON THE LEFT, OUR IDENTITIES TAKEN LIKE THEFT, PHYS/CAL AND MENTAL ABUSE, TRUST, YOU HAVE NO CLUE. HAD TO EARN THE RIGHT TO � ·�. VOTE, H•.D TO STRIVE TO BE THE �'. : BEST, H�D TO KEEP GOING WHEN TOLD NO, TIL THE WORK /S DONE, ,._...OMEN W/LL NOT REST. j .,
Family Matters
“YOU’RE MORGAN’S LITTLE SISTER, RIGHT?”
IT SEEMED LIKE THAT HAD REPLACED THE NAME THAT I GREW UP HATING. I DID NOT HATE MY NAME NEARLY AS MUCH AS THE PHRASE THAT EVERYONE USED TO ADDRESS ME. IF I AM NOT “HER SISTER,” I AM “MY MOTHER’S DAUGHTER.” I AM NEVER JUST PARKER. THEY WORKED HARD TO MAKE SUCH NAMES FOR THEMSELVES, SO I HAD TO WORK WITH AN UNCONQUERABLE DRIVE TO MAKE ONE FOR MYSELF.
I HAVE ALWAYS BEEN A COMPETITIVE PERSON–A TRAIT I OBTAINED FROM MY MOTHER. I AM MORE SIMILAR TO MY MOTHER THAN I WOULD LIKE TO ADMIT. WE ARE LOUD, DETERMINED, HARDWORKING, AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, UNAPOLOGETICALLY OURSELVES. THE SAME CAN BE SAID FOR MY SISTER. I HAVE OFTEN FOUND MYSELF FILLED WITH DOUBT THOUGH, QUESTIONING WHAT I COULD DO TO BECOME AS ACCOMPLISHED AND DISTINGUISHABLE AS THEM.
Family Matters
MY SISTER IS OFTENTIMES DESCRIBED AS “LOUD AND OBNOXIOUS;” HOWEVER, SHE DOES KNOW HOW TO BRING PEOPLE TOGETHER. MORGAN HAS A COVETED QUALITY OF BEING A LEADER. IN MY EYES, SHE WAS ALWAYS DOING SOMETHING THAT CHANGED THE WORLD IN A PROFOUND WAY. SHE WAS KNOWN AROUND SCHOOL AS NOT ONLY THE PRESIDENT, BUT MORGAN. SHE WAS SIMPLY KNOWN. GOING TO THE SAME SCHOOL AS HER, I HAD BIG SHOES TO FILL, AND PEOPLE MADE ME AWARE.
ADDITIONALLY, MY MOTHER, BROOKE, IS LIKE A SHARK. SHARKS HAVE TO KEEP SWIMMING TO LIVE, BUT SHE, ON THE OTHER HAND, NEEDS TO VOLUNTEER TO FUNCTION. ON TOP OF ALREADY WORKING HER DEMANDING JOB, SHE VOLUNTEERS AT WHAT SEEMS LIKE EVERYWHERE: MY SCHOOL, MY POOL, HOMELESS SHELTERS, AND MORE. MY MOTHER IS ONE OF THE MAIN REASONS I STARTED VOLUNTEERING. SHE WOULD COME HOME, CLEARLY EXHAUSTED FROM HER STRENUOUS DAY, YET SHE STILL FOUND TIME TO TELL ME ALL ABOUT HER ADVENTURES DURING THE DAY.
Family Matters
DUE TO THEIR REPUTATIONS, IT FELT AS THOUGH NO MATTER HOW HARD I WORKED, I HAD A CONSTANT SHADOW LOOMING OVER ME. I FELT INSIGNIFICANT COMPARED TO THEM. THEY EACH LEFT A LEGACY, AND WITH THAT LEGACY, MY MOTHER AND SISTER HAVE LEFT ME CRIPPLED UNDER UNBEARABLE PRESSURE. EVERYDAY IS A CONSTANT REMINDER THAT I NEED TO DO BETTER, BE BETTER. IN ORDER TO ACHIEVE WHAT SEEMED UNACHIEVABLE, I NEEDED TO DIG MYSELF OUT OF THE MORASS I FOUND MYSELF STUCK IN.
MY EFFORTS FELT FUTILE UNTIL RECENTLY. PEOPLE BEGAN TO RECOGNIZE ME. MY NAME WAS NO LONGER CORRUPTED BY THE LEGACIES THAT MORGAN AND BROOKE LEFT BEHIND. I MUST CREDIT MY MOTHER AND SISTER FOR HOW SUCCESSFUL I HAVE BECOME. WITHOUT THEM UNKNOWINGLY BESTOWING THIS IMMENSE PRESSURE ON ME, I WOULD HAVE NEVER BECOME THE PERSON I AM TODAY. ALTHOUGH SOME DAYS WERE SO PAINSTAKINGLY BRUTAL, I WAS ABLE TO PERSEVERE. WHEN I LEAVE THIS EARTH, I AM GOING TO LEAVE MY OWN LEGACY. A LEGACY THAT PUSHES PEOPLE TO BE A BETTER VERSION OF WHO THEY ALREADY ARE.
Family Matters
“YOU’RE PARKER, RIGHT?”
I AM PARKER. AS A RESULT OF THE RELENTLESS COMPARISONS, I HAVE COME OUT TRIUMPHANT. I HAVE SHOWN NOT ONLY MY PEERS, BUT EVERYONE I HAVE COME IN CONTACT WITH, THAT I AM MY OWN PERSON. I AM COMPELLING, DETERMINED, AND REMARKABLE. I AM A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH. I AM PARKER.
cold, vapid water waits patiently collecting gray like a mother holding her child it sits still with frustration the mirror condescends overhead it questions its worth but finds no resolution to its pain the water lies still again but its sense of self is obscured in the rippling reflection of its host whom shares its pain tenderly
The Strength of Woman
Three women, bound by love and loss, Crossed oceans, carried hope through toil.
A mother, sister, and grandmother’s grace, Raised a boy, strong and loyal.
No father needed, the boy stood tall, Their wisdom shaped his every call.
A man, not forged by roles or norms, But by three women’s mighty forms. -A.A
“You were once just a single voice, Screaming for equality. Now you are a chorus, Singing for those who are silenced, Your strength is in seeing us, Complete and deserving.”
Jane Flax Inspired by: Anna D.
I am here
My feet are planted on the ground
I pave my slow path toward my mother
For the first time in my life,
To the one comfort I can understand
I am here
Searching for answers
Hoping to find out why my love ticks
So differently from the rest
I am here,
But I wish I was not
As I hear the f slur for the first time
As I’m told to burn in hell
By people who think I’m a crime
As my friends turn away from me
If only they could see
I am here
Alongside my new found family
As I shout proudly “I am here, I am queer”
But all I have inside myself is Absolute fear I am here
Reverting back to my childlike state
Of my mother’s arm wrapped around me
New laws stopping me from living
Feeling my world shrivel up
Knots so deep in my stomach
That no one can brush through them
Like she did with my hair so easily
I wish there was some escape
But for now, I am here.
The first time
I realized this is a man’s world, was in the third grade when they told me, “He is mean because he likes you.”
And then again in the seventh grade, when I wondered why the boys could wear shorts and I couldn’t. This was all very confusing, to have your identity boiled down to your lips, hips, and breasts at such a young age. Naturally I became a very angry girl, who grew into an angrier, opinionated woman.
Of course this was no surprise, and it’s no surprise either that like our mothers, our daughters will also suffer in this world, created to coddle men and neglect women. - TH
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3.a prison growing up, I was taught to put my identity in Christ. no labels were as holy as Christian, Follower of God, Lover of Jesus. when I was older, the holiest became Proverbs 31 Woman, Future Wife, Follower, definitely not a Leader, Daughter, Sister. I tried them on, but they didn’t all fit. when I turned 18, I chose new ones, Feminist, Deconstructing, Student, Lesbian. to me, choice was what sanctified them, I made them holy through my selection. as I wore them, some fit like an old sweatshirt, comfy and relaxed, like I’d had them my whole life. others grew with me like a nice leather jacket, aged and weathered in well-loved spots. but as I grew, the Woman I loved came out as Trans; the faith I had Lost turned out to be Changed; the boundaries and lines I had drawn were all fake. my clothes began to rip; they tore and fell apart at the seams.
underneath all the clothes is just Me.
-M.H.
“Make
America Great Again”
Again?
When has America ever been great?
Are we referring to times where women weren't able to vote? or when they didn't have control over their own bodies?
When white people owned slaves for work they didnt want to do?
Maybe they are referring to when women didnt have voices, when they couldnt speak up about sexual assult or have careers.
“Make America Great Again” has never and will never be about making America great. It is about going aback in time to when minorities such as women and African American people bowed down to white men. But we will not go back in time. We have power, we have a voice, we will not let a rich white man take away our power again.
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Wha ma melo be r?
OrDo st i ma melo fa ?
It'sal sw a wi c a shi ey Orw a heg a c atw e hewa sb Wil heno t ewa Ilo Orho mu ti Ito
Theeff r Ipu in m ha An t eho itto fin i go tw a towe Iwo rw a hewi sa “Heyyo lo re ygo to ”
Wha ab ont eda w e Ido 'twe po sofma ?Orw e Idi 'tpu eff r in m ha ?Wha ab ho s a tIam? Orho fu yIam?Not g
Its o d ’tbeab w a t eme wa ,an w a t e be e.Its o dal befo yo .Thepe w ode v yo wi no al t e eff r .Notju yo ha .Notju yo ma .Butt ena lbe ofon f.Wear al sp e t an be i l,wear no ma tofo t elo o tofot sbu c e o row lo fo o row se .
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The Art of Feminism
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WOMAN IN MALE DOMINATED FIELDS
BY: ANONYMOUS
In a world where aspirations soar, Women emerge, breaking through every door. With resilience and grace, they pave the way, Transforming the landscape, come what may.
They rise as leaders, their voices resound, Challenging norms, standing their ground. With compassion and strength, they champion the cause, Creating a space where equity draws.
In the boardrooms and beyond, they take their stance, Navigating challenges, seizing each chance. Their insights bring depth, their perspectives shine, As they redefine power, intertwining the divine.
Through mentorship and support, they lift others high, Building a network where dreams can fly. Women prevailing, with courage they strive, Inspiring generations, keeping hope alive.
In every venture, they balance the scales, Breaking the barriers, rewriting the tales. With each passing moment, their impact grows strong, A testament to resilience, where all belong.
So let us honor these women, bold and bright, Their journey a beacon, guiding us right. In unity and strength, let us all stand tall, For when women prevail, we rise together, one and all.
If one believes that I do not belong here, it matters not whether they tell me to my face.
They will live as if I should be gone and that is enough to rob me of my place.
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She doesn·t want to be found. That is why she is in the depths, the dark reaches that no man dares to venture. Ifs safe for her down there.
Sometimes the monster will surface. she wants to get some air.
Her appearance made a spectacle. Men from all over will take pictures of her. the monster. and complain of her presence. So she goes back to her depths, where she thought she was safe.
Now. though, she is known. They go looking for her. They try to find her from her echos... She is no longer calm. Now they see her wrath. the way she screams. They push her down, but she can never go back. They already found her depths. found her home. They demolish it with pride.
Now she has no place to go. and she wants to be known. Her silence is gone. This monster is here. and she will never be subdued.
Wak up,b perfec
Wak up,apolog
Wak up,si upstraigh
Wak up,b quie
Wak up,stopcryin
Wak up,star smilin
Wak up,ge read
Wak up,b perfec -Olivi M Danie , woma .
With Beauty, They March
Painted faces, filled with pride,
With fiery determination, they stride,
In heels and sequins,
In whatever they feel,
They march to their own beat,
Each movement almost surreal,
The violence, the beatings, hold no power,
As they march, knowing it may be their final hour,
Thousandsdead,gonetosoon
All with one goal, under the same moon
It's been too much time, the years have passed by,
